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WILD ANIMAL 
VERSES 

Made at the New York 
Zoological Park 

A. M. CASTELLO 




With Nine Illustrations 
from the Zoological 
Park Animal Collections 



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Copyright, 19 13, 

BY 

A. M. Castello 



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The author's thanks and appre- 
ciation are hereby tendered to 
the officials of the New York 
Zoological Park for their cour- 
tesy in loaning the cuts used in 
this work. 



PREFACE. 

I am always glad to see good verses about wild 
animals. Of the up-to-date verses of the period, 
it seems to me that only a few can be understood 
or appreciated by a layman without a key. It is, 
therefore, rather refreshing to acquire a collec- 
tion of Wild-Animal Rhymes that not only rhyme, 
but also make sense. 

I think that all youngsters, as well as oldsters, 
will enjoy Mrs. Castello's droll verses about some 
of the most odd and interesting animals of the 
Zoological Park. Beyond a doubt these breezy 
verses, whose poetic feet adequately support them, 
will promote that appreciation of wild animals 
and their curious habits which is so necessary to 
the enjoyment of their acquaintance by mankind. 
It is my hope that these Wild-Animal Rhymes will 
be received in the same spirit of friendship for 
animals in which they have been composed. 

W. T. HORNADAY. 

August 22, igiS' 



CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

The Peacock's Tale i 

An Australian Suffragette 3 

Dame Beaver's Prophecy 7 

iWhen the Bears Receive Their Rations. 9 

Mr. Bower Bird's Wooing 13 

Every Doe Has Her Day 16 

Origin of the Flying Fox 20 

The Babies of the Zoo 25 

Strength in Numbers 27 

Lament of the Tasmanian Devil. . . . . ., 31 

The Aoudad Family 33 

Cockatoo and Gallinule 35 

What the Horned Owl Thought About 

It 38 

A Noble Captive 40 

The Chipmunk 42 

The Making of a Leader 44 

The Pheasants 49 

And This is Fame................... 50 

The Egret 54 

The Swan Song.. :..».» . .l. >.... . 56 



Wild Animal Verses 



THE PEACOCK'S TALE. 

QOW usually I'm modest, a very quiet 
bird, 
And even in my own defense, I seldom 
say a word; 
Although I'm often tempted, and, like the ghost 

of old, 
If I but had a proper chance, I could a tale unfold. 
The public is ungrateful, that's a proverb, as you 

know. 
It's true, for often I'm accused of doing things 
for show. 

I'm just an ornamental bird and do the things I 

can, 
I only seek to please you when I make my tail a 

fan; 
But, when I spread and sail around before the 

gaping crowd. 
This is the comment that I hear, "The peacock is 

so proud!" 

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And yet I've seen them run a block to catch a 

glimpse of me, 
And if I chance to drop a quill, how nimble they 

can be; 
They'll jump the fence and break the law — what 

do you think of that? — 
To get that feather from my tail to ornament a 

hat. 




WILD ANIMAL VERSES 



AN AUSTRALIAN SUFFRAGETTE. 

'HE emu is the strangest bird 
That I have heard of yet, 
But 'tis no wonder he's so queer, 
His wife's a suffragette. 
Long years ago, in other lands, 

His lesson he was taught. 
Before the Natural History men 
Their first emu had caught. 

Now, Mrs. Emu laid her eggs 

All neatly side by side. 
*'I think I've done my duty now," 

She said with conscious pride. 
"Here, Mr. Emu, 'tend these eggs, 

I've other fish to fry. 
Come, sit upon them, keep them warm ; 

I'll see you bye and bye." 

Nearby there lived a relative, 

Her Cousin Cassowary, 
But Cassie seldom spoke to her, 

She was exclusive, very. 
So Mrs. Emu walked alone 

Upon the shining sand. 
Until of Sister Suffragettes, 

She found a merry band. 

[The Emu (habitant of Australia) is a very large bird, next in 
size to the ostrich, curiously interesting in appearance and habits. 
Among other peculiar characteristics, the male bird does the incu- 
bating.] 



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With these she played and hopped about, 

And picked and ate her fill; 
A very happy bird was she 

Because she had her will, 
Which was to leave that stupid nest 

And through the woods to roam, 
Attending clubs and banquets, too. 

While hubby stayed at home. 

Beside a bush a plover hen 

Was sitting on her eggs ; 
She gravely rose and craned her neck, 

And stretched her aching legs. 
"What shiftless things these emus are. 

Their homes they do neglect, 
And to their mates I'm sure they show 

But very poor respect." 

Now, Mrs. Emu overheard 

Just what the plover said; 
It vexed her not a little, 

And she proudly tossed her head. 
"You stupid creature sitting there. 

Why don't you fly away? 
You don't assert the rights you have. 

You've never had your day." 

"I wouldn't have a mate like yours," 

The plover hen replied. 
"Now mine's the finest bird on wings. 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 

And I am satisfied. 
So why do you come loitering round 

To rob me of my rest? 
I think myself you'd better be 

A-sitting on your nest." 

Then Mrs. Emu loudly laughed. 

"You foolish thing," said she, 
"Your mate's a vain and selfish bird. 

Why, can't you see that he 
Just preens and struts and flirts about 

With other plovers' mates? 
While mine, as any helpmeet should, 

Stays home and incubates." 

At this the plover hen arose 

Upon her trembling legs, 
So angry and excited, 

She almost broke her eggs. 
"I'd be ashamed if I were you 

To talk like this," she cried; 
"For you have no sense of duty 

Nor any wifely pride. 

"It has been proven that no male 

Can keep his self-respect 
While doing things his wife should do, 

And being so hen-pecked." 
Again the emu laughed with scorn, 

"Who taught such things to you? 



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It was your husband, doubtless; 
I've another point of view." 

"I have some ideas of my own, 

And one of them is this, 
That what a bird has never had, 

He'll surely never miss. 
That mate of mine has never known 

The joy of being free, 
So he's content to mind the nest 

And leave the world to me. 

"Now, I think that's as it should be. 

You think another way, 
But some time you will change your mind, 

At least I hope you may. 
For when the world's turned upside down, 

And then set right again, 
I think you'll see the odds will be 

In favor of the hen." 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 



DAME BEAVER'S PROPHECY. 



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BRAVE young beaver, many years ago, 
Lay dreaming in the mud beside his 

home. 

He watched with sullen gaze the slow 
stream's flow, 
And sank his flat tail deeper in the loam. 
"What, ho!" his mother cried. "Why mope you 
here ? 
Is this my son, the strongest of his tribe. 
Who lays him down, ere yet the dawn is near? 
To what shall I this listlessness ascribe? 

"No teeth are sharper, and no eyes more bright, 

None has a broader tail, or wiser head. 
Of Beavertown you should be King by right, 

And far beyond our dam your fame has 
spread." 
"And what is fame?" the young Amphibian cried. 

"What brings it me, but jealousy and hate? 
My strength and skill which are your boast and 
pride. 

To me seem nothing but a jest of fate. 

"While I am planning architectural tricks, 
And thinking of the great things to be done. 



Note. — In the New York Zoo at Bronx Park, near the beaver 
pond, there is a tree showing the remarkable work done by the sharp 
teeth of these industrious little animals. 



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My neighbor builds a house of little sticks, 

And claims the bride I thought myself had 
won." 
"And such a bride!" Dame Beaver flapped her 
tail; 
"A foolish creature, better lost than found. 
Think not because of this that you shall fail 
In greater things, my son; just look around. 

"Mark yonder hut of twigs and rotten sticks ; 

Your neighbor and his mate live there and 
dream; 
But when the freshet comes with cunning tricks, 

They'll see their home fall shattered in the 
stream. 
But you shall win renown for all our race, 

Our industry a proverb shall become. 
And men shall give your works an honored place, 

Long after all your enemies are dumb. 
"They'll write a record of your valiant deeds, 

And passing crowds shall pause, to gaze and 
laud; 
They'll note the house you built among the reeds. 

And point in wonder to the tree you gnawed." 





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ALASKAN BROWN BEAR 




WILD ANIMAL VERSES 9 

WHEN THE BEARS RECEIVE THEIR 
RATIONS. 

'IE away for the bear dens! 

Here they come from nooks and glens, 
From monkey house and goat hill, 
See them coming, coming still, 
From the valleys, 
From the alleys, 
With jests and merry sallies. 
How they laugh and how they shout. 
What is all this fuss about? 
There's a keeper with a cart, 
After him the children start; 
How they hurry. 
What a flurry, 
'Mong the small boys, what a scurry. 

And the grown-ups follow, too, 
Just to see what he will do. 
With that load of fish and bread; 
For the bears must all be fed. 

Loaves and fishes, 

Without dishes. 

Every bear gets all he wishes. 
First are served the cunning cubs. 
Then the lazy half-grown chubs, 
Grizzlies, too, must have their share. 
And the funny long-lipped bear. 



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Oh, you Bruin! 

What a ruin 

You make of fishes without stewin'. 

On the bones they never choke, 
But their bread they love to soak; 
See them dip it in the pond, 
Of soaked bread they're very fond. 

Now, then, hello! 

You greedy fellow, 

In your coat of brownish yellow. 
What! still reaching after more? 
Why, already you have four 
Goodly loaves, besides the fish. 
Now I wonder if you wish 

For bigger jaws, 

And longer claws, 

And to hold more in your paws. 

Soon we'll see the small boys run. 
They know where to find the fun. 
Just a little bit below 
There you'll see a funny show ; 

For down there 

Is the clown bear, 

The big Alaskan brown bear; 
He'll stand up and wave his paws, 
Clap them, too, and click his claws; 
Bread and fish are flying free, 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 11 

So he thinks 'tis time that he 
Had his dinner, 
He's a winner: 
Gets just what he wants, the sinner. 

He's a beast of splendid size. 
And 'tis plain that he is wise, 
For when others growl and whine. 
He just makes some coaxing sign; 

He's the rare sage 

Of the bear cage. 

Largest known bear of the age. 
On the hill are smaller bear. 
Some of which are very rare, 
Though diminutive in size. 
One of them looks very wise. 

Glossy coated, 

Snowy throated, 

For his spectacles he's noted. 

Down below is Silver King, 
What a task it was to bring 
This beast from the polar sea. 
Where his life was wild and free. 

'Tis reported 

That he courted. 

And among the icebergs sported, 
All unmindful of the cold. 
For within his white coat's fold 
Wind or snow could do no harm; 



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Silver King was safe and warm. 
Rightly named, 
Greatly famed, 
But he never can be tamed. 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 13 



MR. BOWER BIRD'S WOOING. 

nIS satin coat was shining 
With iridescent hues, 
And his little heart was pining 
A pretty mate to choose. 
So he began his wooing 

By building of his bower — 
It was his way of suing, 

And he toiled for many an hour 
A-hunting twigs and dragging 

Them and setting them on end — 
His spirits never flagging, 

Though it was a task to bend 
All those twigs to form the arches 

Where he hoped his bride would play 
With him in the merry marches 
And run races all the day. 

'Long came Miss Glossy Feather, 

And peeped in rather shy. 
*'It's very pleasant weather!" 

She murmured with a sigh. 
Now his heart began to flutter 

When he saw her standing there, 
It almost made him stutter ^^ 

When he answered, "Pret, pret-pr-itty fair. 

TThe Bower Bird, to attract his mate, constructs a bower by plac- 
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lie and the chosen one play together, chasing each other back and 
forth in and out! between the rows of twigs, until the more serious 
work of bttilding the nest begins.] 



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"You're building quite a pretty bower." 

The builder swelled with pride. 
"Well, If you can spare an hour, 

Suppose you come inside ; 
I am pleased indeed to know you, 

And flattered by your call. 
I'll be very glad to show you 

If you'll step into my hall." 

"Oh, I don't know how to answer, 

I haven't time toda,y; 
I hardly think I can, sir, 

I must be on my way." 
"Oh, 'twill only take a minute, 

Just come in and rest a bit." 
Slyly thinking, "Once she's in it, 

Maybe she'll be loth to quit." 
"I might help you!" she suggested. 

"Oh, no, not at all," said he. 
"But I'd like to," she protested. 

Then he ventured to agree. 
"What hues do you think most pleasing?" 

Said she, "I am fond of blue." 
"Well," he answered, slightly teasing, 

"I must like what pleases you." 

Thus began their life together. 
Soon their bower was complete; 

Then each brought a shell or feather 
For the entrance trim and neat. 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 19 

Objects bright and shells deserted 

Gathered they from far and near, 
All their skill and strength exerted, 

For their bower had grown so dear. 
Though 'twas but a place for courting, 

Built and furnished all for fun, 
There they had some jolly sporting 

Ere their real work had begun. 
But this play would soon be over. 

They must build their little nest, 
There their brood to hatch and hover— ^ 

This was after all the best. 



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EVERY DOE HAS HER DAY. 

^^1^-^HE elk had shed his antlers 
■ ^] That had been his pride and boast, 
^^^^ And a pair of velvet nubbins 
Were now the very most 
That he could show for ornament 

Upon his noble head; 
His coat was rough and shabby, 

And his glorious strength had fled. 

The doe, anon so gentle, 

Was mistress of the hour. 
And it seemed to give her pleasure 

To make him feel her power; 
She butted him unmercifully, 

And drove him from the glen, 
And when he ventured to return 

She butted him again. 

This Delilah of the woods 

Knew the weakness of her mate, 
And quickly took advantage 

Of his shorn and crippled state, 



Note. — It is an almost unbelievable fact that elk, in common with 
moose and all other members of the deer family, shed their antlers 
every year. The old ones drop off in the spring and are quickly re- 
placed by new ones, which at first are mere round knobs covered with 
a soft, velvety substance. They are very tender during this period, 
when they are said to be in velvet. And the animal becomes thin and 
weak as a result of the drain upon his system necessary to this re- 
markable production. He is quite at the mercy of the does, and they 
do not hesitate to avail themselves of the opportunity to play the 
tyrant, which at other seasons of the year is his prerogative. 




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And shamelessly she mocked him 

And derided his sad plight, 
Till the persecuted beast 

Found relief alone in flight. 

But when the Autumn days were come 

His strength returned again, 
His splendid antlers towered 

Above the heads of men; 
He would have been a target 

For some hunter's fatal shot 
Had he not wisely made his home 

In a sequestered spot. 

The doe beside him meekly walked, 

A docile creature, she, 
For since the tables had been turned 

Full well she knew that he 
Would now assert his natural rights, 

His will she must obey. 
Nor did she once oppose him 

Or dispute his right of way. 

One evening when the shadows. 

Long and black, began to fall, 
The elk, upon a lofty crag. 

Loomed skyward, grand and tall ; 
The doe was feeding just below. 

Upon a grassy plot, 
And feeling very peaceful 

And contented with her lot. 



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When from out the creeping shadows 

She heard a savage growl, 
Then, from the darkening forest. 

There came an answering howl ; 
Swift as a thought she bounded up 

To where the great elk stood ; 
He placed himself before her 

As a brave protector should. 

A great, gaunt wolf with hungry snarls 

Came clambering from the glen, 
The elk impaled him on his horns 

And hurled him back again; 
His comrades stole around the rocks. 

Behind the trembling doe. 
But the champion wheeled upon them 

And dealt them each a blow. 

They were staggered for a moment, 

But rallied from the shock, 
And with energies redoubled 

They scrambled up the rock. 
For half the night he fought them, 

Toward dawn they slunk away. 
The daylight found him still on guara. 

The doe beside him lay. 

And when she wakened from her sleep 
She looked on him with pride. 

And springing quickly to her feet 
Began to lick his side. 



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Where the hungry wolves had scratched him 

With fierce and cruel claws, 
But in her ministrations 

She was soon compelled to pause. 

For he shook his blood-stained antlers 

And stamped one slender hoof, 
And then he turned upon her 

With a look of stern reproof: 
"Remember how you taunted me, 

When I was M^eak," said he; 
"When my antlers were in velvet 

And tender as could be. 

"Well, were you kind and gentle then, 

And patient? No, indeed! 
'And yet I have defended you 

In this your time of need." 
She hung her graceful head and sighed, 

"I'm sorry for the wrong; 
I did you in your feebleness, 

Before your horns were strong." 

And then she turned and walked away 

With quietness and grace. 
And as she went she thoughtfully 

Reflected on the case : 
"He rules me more than half the year, 

Relentlessly, and so — 
I'd better not be too subdued 

And contrite," thought the doe. 




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ORIGIN OF THE FLYING FOX. 

(fruit bat) 

ENEATH a fig tree longingly 
A little red fox sat, 
And gazed and gazed upon the figs, 
And wished he were a bat. 
Or any creature having wings, 

That he might reach those figs 
Which in the breeze bobbed temptingly 
Upon their slender twigs. 

A tiny bird, not half so large 

As little Reynard, came 
And ate so much and ate so long, 

And seemed so very tame, 
The wily fox began to think 

He might make friends with her, 
And so he waited patiently 

And scarcely made a stir, 

Until she hopped down on the ground, 

And turned her head awry, 
Looking so friendly and so kind, 

He breathed a gentle sigh. 
"I'd like some figs, myself," said he. 

"Now you have had your fill. 
Suppose you lend your wings to me — 

I'll thank you if you will." 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 21 

"Oh, mine are much too small," cried she; 

"They're very fragile things, 
Besides, how everyone would laugh 

To see a fox on wings. 
Take my advice and be content 

With nature's plan for you; 
Just take the food within your reach 

As other foxes do." 

Then Reynard laughed. "You're very wise 

For one so small," said he. 
"I might take you, for you are just 

Within my reach, you see." 
He m.ade a spring, but up she flew 

And perched upon a bough; 
Then from this safe retreat looked down 

And said, "I'll tell you how 
You may possess the wings you crave, 

Although I still maintain 
'Twere better you should be content 

A red fox to remain." 

"So don't blame me in after years, 

If this you should regret: 
Just wait until the moon comes up, 

And when the ground is wet, 
Then stand upon your head and wish 

Three times, with all your heart, 
And keep on standing thus until 

Your wings begin to start." 



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This time it was the bird who laughed 

And flew away in glee. 
Then Reynard pawed the ground and barked- 

An angry fox was he. 
'Til never do that silly trick 

Of standing on my head. 
That bird must be a 'lyre' bird, 

And every word she said 
I know was false — and yet, perhaps, 

'Twould do no harm to try; 
No one would know it if I failed, 

And I do long to fly." 

There never was a prophecy 

Made yet by man or bird 
But some one half believed in it, 

No matter how absurd. 
So when the moon came rising up 

From out her downy bed, 
She laughed to see a little fox 

A-standing on his head. 
"Now, what's this for, you silly thing? 

I fear you will take root." 
"Oh, no, not root, but wings 

I'll take, I'm bound to 'evolute.' " 

"Well, since you are so determined," 

The laughing moon replied, 
"Your faith shall be rewarded 

And your wish be gratified. 



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But seeing you have gained your point, 

While standing on your head, 
Through life you'll go head downward, 

Now mark what I have said." 

And then the moon went sailing off. 

For other work had she, 
And Reynard rose on trembling wings — 

A Flying Fox was he. 
He had one happy moment, 

But triumph cannot last; 
His flying brought him soon to grief — 

He found himself caught fast. 

And when they brought him to the Zoo, 

His was a curious case, 
For being neither bird nor beast. 

They found him hard to place. 
But out of this predicament 

Some wise head found a way: 
"Let's put him in the reptile house," 

So there he is today. 

Poor little fox without a tail, 

Except a tale of woe, 
For his handsome brush had vanished 

When his wings began to grow. 
This is his sorrow and his shame, 

And this perhaps Is why. 
To hide himself within his wings, 

He ever seems to try. 



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Head downward, by one foot he hangs, 

For passers-by to view — 
The oddest little animal 

In all the great Bronx Zoo. 




FLYING FOX 

(Fruit Bat) 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 25 



THE BABIES OF THE ZOO. 

XN the day time, of the May time, 
Oh, don't they have a gay time. 
The darling little babies of the Zoo. 
How they ramble, and they gamble, 
And up the rocks they scramble — 
The pretty spotted fawns, the lambs and kiddies, 
too. 

And the funny, little bunny, 
Like a bee in search of honey, 
Darts about among the trees, from limb to limb. 
And the very little, merry little, wary little fishes 
Look just like streaks of sunshine when they 
swim. 

In the by nooks, on the sly brooks, 
iWith gentle quacks and shy looks 
The little ducks go paddling all the day. 
And the tall deer to the small deer 
Says, "Be careful and don't fall, dear, 
And it's very, very bad to run away." 

When it's food time, what a good time, 

And with some perhaps a rude time. 

There is among the babies of the Zoo. 

What a clatter I How they chatter I And we 

wonder what's the matter 
'Till we're told that all this noise Is nothing new. 



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What a waking, what a shaking, 

And what hasty toilet making 

There must be among the happy little birds, 

When the warning light of morning 

Shows them that the day is dawning, 

And the park is filled with singing without words. 

Now it's day time, and it's play time. 

So let them have a gay time. 

The cunning Teddy bears, and all the rest. 

For it's light time, 

But at night time, oh, that is just the right time. 

For the babies all to creep to mother's breast. 



WILD ANIMAL VERSES 27 

STRENGTH IN NUMBERS. 

^^^5^HE Hon was very hungry, 
■ ^ ^ J For days he'd had no food, 
^^■^r And a herd of moving spring-box 
To him looked wondrous good. 
'Twas a chance for which he had longed, 

And had no mind to lose. 
Only there were so many 

He hardly knew how to choose. 

They were moving from the barrens 

To pastures new and green, 
With a hungering and thirsting 

That could be plainly seen; 
They turned not to the right nor left, 

So great their longings were, 
And neither man nor lion 

Could their fixed intent deter. 

They saw naught and they heard naught 

But the beating of their feet, 
As they swept across the open 

With a rhythm smooth and fleet. 
The lion saw, and lashed his tail — 

He looked a king indeed. 
And a dainty meal of spring-box 

Was all he seemed to need. 



The Springbox (or Springbuck) is a species of antelope, habitant 
of Africa, that, when pressed by thirst, travels in a solid phalanx and 
with great rapidity toward some stream. It is said that lions arc 
sometimes cawght in the jam and carried along with the herd. 



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But he felt a greedy longing 

To capture more than one, 
To not only sate his hunger, 

But to have a bit of fun. 
His yellow eyes were gleaming, 

As he glided toward the herd. 
With the motion of a serpent 

And the swiftness of a bird. 

Instead of springing lightly 

Upon the nearest doe, 
He bounded in among them, 

A fierce and deadly foe; 
But they scarcely seemed to heed him. 

So great was their desire 
To quench the awful thirst within. 

Which, like a raging fire, 
Seemed driving them to madness 

With a headlong, heedless gait, 
And they closed upon the lion, 

Regardless of their fate. 
In vain he tried to roar, and to bite. 

To scratch and claw. 
He was crowded, crushed and jammed. 

Till he could not raise a paw. 

Said the lion to himself, 

"Now I'm in a 'box' indeed!" 

The king of beasts was suffering 
The punishment of greed. 



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Without a single thrill of pride 

The spring-box tore along, 
Bearing their royal prisoner 

In the middle of the throng. 

They had no time to notice 

His grandly flowing mane, 
And whether he was king or serf 

They did not care a grain. 
And so they crushed and jostled 

Him, and trampled on his feet, 
Until he felt a nausea at 

The thought of spring-box meat. 

His thirst for blood was also gone, 

He had one only hope. 
That something soon would happen 

To this herd of antelope — 
A hunter's shot or anything 

To break this awful pack, 
For he was getting dizzy, 

And things around looked black. 

At last it came, a sudden break. 

The herd flew wide apart; 
The smell of water was the cause 

That gladdened every heart. 
With leaps and bounds they sought the stream — 

The lion stood amazed 
To find himself alone and free. 

Though bruised and somewhat dazed. 



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The spring-box wallowed in the stream, 

And drank and drank again; 
The lion turned his wilted tail 

And fled across the plain, 
And in the darkened jungle sought 

A place in which to lie 
And lick his disappointed chops, 

And eat his humble pie. 



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LAMENT OF THE TASMANIAN 
DEVIL. 

^i^fc^^HE Tasmanian Devil repined in his cage, 
£ ^j For his heart was near bursting with 
^^^^ impotent rage; 

All the luxuries provided he looked on 

with scorn, 
Then gave himself over to musings forlorn. 
His keepers were worried to see him so sad, 
And with tidbits attempted to make his heart 

glad; 
But the creature's dull eyes looked reproachfully 

out 
On the curious loungers who sauntered about, 
And who sometimes would loiter to read his queer 

name. 
And, "Tasmanian Devil!" they'd always exclaim. 
Then they'd look on this queer little beast in 

amaze. 
As they read of his savage and terrible ways. 
In his far away home in Tasmanian wilds. 
Where his heart had been happy, and light as a 

child's ; 
If he preyed upon others of lesser degree, 
It was only as nature had made him to be — 
And no worse than the mildest of humans who eat 
Little chickens and lambs because they are sweet. 



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He had played with his fellows, and never once 

guessed 
That his fate was a different one from the rest. 
A nocturnal terror, though a sluggard by day. 
In the darkest of wilds he had captured his prey. 
But 'twas not till he dwelt in his cage at the Zoo 
That he learned what remarkable things he could 

do. 
And his name, though he never had heard it till 

then. 
Was the wickedest name ever known among men. 
Well, was this then the reason that kept him 

apart? 
Was it sorrow for sin made him heavy of heart? 
No, alas, it was not, and his neighbor next door 
Could have told you, perhaps, why this beast was 

so sore, 
For she heard him lamenting by night on his bed. 
And she caught the sad words which the poor 

devil said: 
"I have found out my name, and my nature, I'm 

told, 
Is ferocious and savage, unless well controlled; 
But in name and in fame little comfort I find. 
If they cannot be known to my kin and my kind. 
Oh, if one would but go to my friends o'er the sea 
And just tell what a devil I've gotten to be!" 




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THE AOUDAD FAMILY. 

O you know the Aoudad Family, now liv- 
ing at the Zoo? 
There are quite a goodly number, but 
once there were but two. 
And I suppose there was a time when there was 

only one, 
But he found that single blessedness was very 

lonely fun. 
So with flowing beard he sauntered to neighbor 

Aoudad's gate. 
And sheepishly requested little Nannie for his 

mate. 
But his neighbor answered sadly that she was very 

young — 
Perhaps they'd better wait awhile. Then up Miss 

Nannie sprung, 
But not with haste immodest, she minced down to 

the gate — 
In her vocabulary there was no such word as wait. 
And when her father asked her, "When will you 

wed this Aoudad?" 
She tilted up her pointed chin and promptly an- 
swered, "Now, Dad." 

So now they dwell in grandeur in their mansion at 

the Zoo, 
And they've added to their household Billy 

Aoudad No. 2 ; 



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And this Billy is precocious, New Yorker to the 

core 
An up-to-date young Aoudad, who knows a great 

deal more 
Than his horned and bearded father, whose long 

mane sweeps the hills, 
And like many other youngsters likes to do what 

ere he wills. 
When once he had been cutting some capers 

rather bad, 
His father turned upon him, with visage long and 

sad. 
"I never did in all my life such foolish things," 

quoth he; 
"I never even learned such tricks; they shock and 

anger me." 

"Oh, then, you've lost just half your life," cried 

saucy Billy Aoudad. 
"You surely don't know what you've missed. 

Come on, I'll show you how. Dad." 



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COCKATOO AND GALLINULE. 

ON the far Australian shore, 
Two thousand miles away and more. 
Beside a glassy, ferny pool, 
Lived a pretty Gallinule, 
Chattering, happy, little thing, 
Light of heart and soft of wing. 
A leadbeater Cockatoo 
In a tall tree lived there, too; 
Snowy plumed and crimson crested, 

Very grand and proud was he. 
Ruddy winged and rosy vested, 

Sitting in his chosen tree, 
Like some lofty potentate, 
In his costly robes of state. 

Modest little Gallinule, 
Looking shyly in the pool, 
Saw her own reflection there, 
Felt that she could not compare 
With this splendid Cockatoo. 
Hardly knowing what to do 
Hid herself behind some weeds. 
Creeping off among the reeds. 
Softly laughed the bird above her, 

"I can see you, little fool; 
Oh, you can't hide from your lover. 

Pretty, pretty Gallinule." 



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Vexed, but flattered, stood she still, 
Strong of heart, though weak of will. 

Would he speak to her again? 
Was she really pretty then? 
That grand bird had called her so; 
He was wise and ought to know. 
Soon the voice of Cockatoo 
Thrilled her foolish heart anew. 
"Come up here and sit by me, 
Strange and wondrous sights you'll see. 
Ah, but now I do recall 

Gallinules have feeble wings. 
Nothing worse could me befall 

Than if mine were useless things. 

"But, say, pretty Gallinule, 
Now, why don't you go to school ? 
Go to school and learn to fly. 
Then you'll be as grand as I. 
You shall come and live with me, 
Up here in my leafy tree; 
This is just the place for you, 
Here beside your Cockatoo. 
Then, some time when all in feather, 

And there's sweetness in the air, 
We will fly away together — 

Won't we be a gorgeous pair?" 
Sighed the wily Cockatoo. 
"Gallinule, I want but you!" 



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Trembling little Gallinule 
Stole back softly to the pool, 
Half submitting to her fate; 
Then she thought about her mate. 
He was very handsome, too. 
In his glossy coat of blue, 
And his red and jaunty hat. 
How her heart went pit-a-pat. 
Thinking of her mate and lover, 

Wondering what she'd better do, 
tWhile among the boughs about her, 

Waited doting Cockatoo, 
Murmuring half In ridicule, 
"Pretty little Gallinule!" 

Creeping through the undergrowth 

Came some hunters, caught them both, 

Tempter and the tempted, too ; 

Now they both are at the Zoo. 

You can see them any day 

That you chance to pass that way. 

One is in the house exotic. 

One is in the cage aquatic; 

One has learned to say, "Good-morning." 

This you know is Cockatoo. 
The other gives a note of warning 

(Though perhaps 'tis nothing new), 
As she basks beside the pool — 
This, you know, is Gallinule. 



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WHAT THE HORNED OWL 
THOUGHT ABOUT IT. 

ONCE a barnyard hen hatched a red- 
headed duck, 
And a troublesome chick was he, 
For when she would call to him, "Cluck, 
cluck, cluck," 
Did he heed her at all? Not he. 
He was very proud of his neck feathers green. 

And the impudent curl of his tail. 
And his bright cap of red was a sight to be seen 
When over the pond he would sail. 

His little hen sister and little cock brother 

He regarded as plain and obscure, 
While the cackles and clucks of his kind foster- 
mother 

He found very hard to endure. 
Now one day this duck, who was really a drake. 

Caught a gaudy winged, great butterfly. 
"Oh, please let me go; if my life you should take 

The king of all insects would die." 

Then loud laughed the drake as he pulled off a 

wing, 
"Why, once you were naught but a worm. 
And, now who are you, to proclaim yourself king? 
No wonder you wriggle and squirm." 



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"Croak, croak!" cried a frog on the bank over- 
head, 

"Mr. Drake, to inform you, I beg, 
That while it is true what you just now have said. 

You yourself were once only an egg." 

"And you," sneered the drake, "I remember the 
time 

When you were a tadpole small ; 
You wiggled about In the mire and slime. 

With never a leg at all." 
Then the great horned owl, wakened out of his 
sleep 

By the querulous chatter below. 
From a hole in his tree took a curious peep, 

And muttered, "Now this is all so, 

"You are each of you right in what you have said, 

So you may as well laugh and agree. 
Let the things of the past be as though they were 
dead. 

For so it seems wisest to me, 
It matters but little just what you were once — 

Caterpillars or catamounts, 
An egg or a worm, a tadpole or dunce — 

It's what you are now that counts." 



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A NOBLE CAPTIVE. 

DOW comes His Grace, the Secretary 
Bird,— 
Though to my mind the name is quite 
absurd; 
Those graceful quills which ornament each ear 
Were never meant for usefulness, I fear. 
A titled courtier of old times he looks — 
A knight stepped out of ancient picture books. 
The stateliest bird in all the Zoo is he; 
Like some great general in captivity. 
He marches back and forth with measured stride, 
And views the passing crowd with injured pride. 
No common prisoner he, but one of state. 
As his attire would plainly indicate. 
His rank and times are set forth by his clothes, 
His breeches of black velvet, and his hose, 
Long, pink and silken on his slender legs, . 
And now his satin coat your favor begs; 
Dove colored, soft, and of a texture fine; 
A grandee looks he going out to dine. 

This Secretary Bird, as he is named. 
Must have antecedents, greatly famed. 

The Secretary Bird is one of the most remarkable dwellers in the 
Ostrich House at the Zoo. He is noted in his native country (Africa) 
as a snake killer, his attacks being made with the feet, never with the 
beak. 

The long cockades of black feathers falling backward at each side 
of the head are said to have suggested the name. Secretary Bird, from 
a fancied resemblance to a quill stuck behind the ear. 




SECRETARY BIRD 



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Some of their zeal may have been handed down, 

For he himself is not without renown; 

The great St. George, of dragon-killing fame, 

May be his patron saint, for this bird's game 

Is killing snakes, and If you watch you'll see 

With what dispatch, and what dexterity, 

A blow of death his quick strong foot can deal 

To any luckless creature that may steal 

In unsuspecting trust across his path, 

And thus he feeds his hunger, or his wrath. 

Now, if in transmigration you believe, 
'Twould not be hard, a fancy to conceive, 
That when the dragon-killing saint expired. 
His mighty soul with valiant deeds inspired 
In one of this bird's ancestors had found 
A new abode, and when on looking round, 
He saw no dragons, still not to be foiled. 
He kept on searching till a snake uncoiled 
Close at his feet. His brave heart gave a leap, 
And, like a warrior wakened out of sleep. 
He charged the serpent, and with one swift stroke 
Of his strong, slender foot he bruised and broke 
The head and neck, and from that thrilling hour 
None dared dispute his special right and power 
To rid his land of snakes and serpents vile, 
As did St. Patrick for the Emerald Isle. 



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THE CHIPMUNK. 

Nlllfci ^WO children with their mother 
# C J Were visiting the Zoo, 
^^^X But finally of walking 

They very tired grew; 
And so they sought a shady place, 

A quiet road beside, 
But scarcely were they seated 

When the little maiden cried : 

"O mother, see that cunning thing! 

What Is It? There he goesl" 
"Why, that's a chipmunk," said the boy. 

"Look out, he'll get your toes. 
"Here, Bunny! Here Is something good." 

He tossed a peanut out. 
The chipmunk sat up stiff and straight, 

Then swiftly whirled about. 

The peanut quickly disappeared 

Within his little pouch. 
And he bobbed up for another 

Without even saying Ouch! 
The little girl with pitying eyes 

His pouch distended saw. 
"Poor thing!" she cried, "he's got the mumps. 

Just see his swollen jaw!" 



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"The mumps, indeed ! but on one side," 

Then loudly laughed her brother; 
"Now we'll just swell the other side. 

Here, Bunny, here's another." ; 

The second peanut Bunny caught 

And stuffed it in his cheek. 
The little girl now saw the trick. 

And laughed till she was weak. 

"He swallows peanuts, shells and all I 

You greedy little bunny, 
I never did in all my life 

See anything so funny." 



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THE MAKING OF A LEADER. 

XN the far off Northern country 
Lived Johnnie Caribou, 
A merry little youngster he, 
With nothing else to do 
But to run beside his mother, 

Scampering through the wood. 
Feasting upon moss and lichens. 
Which are his natural food. 

But one day Mother Caribou said, 

"Johnnie, we must go 
To the school down in the clearing, 

A mile or two below." 
Now, Johnnie knew about this school, 

He'd been there once before, 
Though only as a looker-on, 

He knew what was in store. 

So 'twas half in expectation, 

And more than half in dread, 
That he left off eating lichens 

And followed where she led. 
Sometimes he lagged a little. 

But his mother had a way 
Of looking calmly round at him; 

[A description of the above incident is to be found in the Na- 
tional Library of Stone and Cram.] 



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She had no need to say, 
"Come, Johnnie ! now then, hurry up, 
Or you'll be late to school." 

For Johnnie knew her wisdom, ** 

And submlttea to her rule. 
They were early at the clearing. 

But others soon arrived. 
And bashful master Caribou 

Ungallantly contrived 
To hide behind his mother 

And another stately dame 
From the curious gaze of strangers 

He could not even name. 

There were six or seven mothers, 

And youngsters half a score; 
The old ones quickly stepped behind, 

And the young ones placed before, 
Pushing them into the center. 

With purpose wise and good. 
That they all might know each other, 

As young relations should. 
Well, they showed their dispositions, 

And some their training, too. 
In this their first real lesson 

In the school for Caribou. 
Some of them were very timid. 

And others were quite bold. 
Master John was rather shy. 



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But resolved his own to hold; 
And when a young buck ducked his head, 

With mischief in his look, 
Undaunted, Johnnie Caribou 

The challenge quickly took. 

It was just a playful skirmish, 

A lively bit of fun, 
A lesson, too, in butting, 

So you see no harm was done. 
"Well, now, the second lesson 

We must have," the leader said. 
She started off, and all the rest 

Soon followed where she led. 
The mothers loping at her heels, 

The little ones behind. 
Not knowing where the race would end, 

Or what they were to find. 

Ambitious Johnnie Caribou, 

More agile than the rest. 
Soon headed all the little ones. 

Resolved to do his best. 
But he was not quite prepared 

For the trick the leader played, 
When she jumped a fallen tree, 

And the others, undismayed, 
Followed her till all the mothers 

Were on the other side. 
**Ba-a-a-h!" cried Johnnie Caribou, 

Forgetting all his pride. 



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He felt a sudden bump behind, 

The next in line had come 
To send poor Johnnie sprawling, 

For the moment stricken dumb. 
But there still was valiant stuff 

In young Johnnie Caribou, 
Who now resolved to be the first 

That jumping trick to do. 

Then he rose and looked around him, 

And was surprised to see 
That his mates had joined their mothers 

By running round the tree ! 
"That's a coward's trick," he said, 

But said it very quiet, 
And afterwards he added, 

"I guess I'd better try it." 

But the old ones were persistent. 

They all lined up again; 
The youngsters had to jump that log 

Ere they could leave the glen. 
And so Johnnie Caribou 

Had a chance to show his pluck—* 
He soon was at the head again 

By either choice or luck. 

He plucked up all his courage 

To be ready at the start, 
And ran behind his mother 



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With a wildly beating heart; 
And when he saw her lope that log 

He knew that he was "next." 
He hadn't time to say a prayer 

Or to repeat a text, 
But with his head and tail erect 

He vaulted o'er that tree ; 

And all the others followed — 
'Twas a pretty sight to see. 

"Bravo, Johnnie Caribou !" 
He seemed to hear them say. 

They recognized their leader 

And followed him from that day. 



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THE PHEASANTS 

XF you would see a gorgeous sight, 
Then some day when it's pleasant, 
Just take the pathway to your right, 
And walk beyond 
The wild fowl pond 
To the aviary of the pheasant. 

There you will see the richest hues 

In rare design ensembled, 
The brightest reds, the deepest blues. 
Golden yellow, 
Warm and mellow. 
To the sunset oft resembled. 




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AND THIS IS FAME. 

ZEBRA and an ostrich, side by side, 

Were walking on the desert's burning 
sand. 

"Oh, I am sick of this," the Zebra 
cried; 
"I'm tired of this dull and lonely land. 
I'd like to be where people come and go; 

Somewhere there must be more congenial 
climes. 
I think you'll own that Africa is slow; 
Our country is indeed behind the times." 

The Zebra surely was a handsome sight, 

His coat was very striking to behold, 
His stripes were very black and very white, 

And laid on in a pattern rather bold; 
But to his Ostrich friend he often sighed — 

The Ostrich ever lent a patient ear — 
"One might as well be plain, or even pied. 

What use are all my handsome stripes out 
here? 

"They say there Is a place across the sea, 

Where I would be much prized and so would 
you; 

Where people come from everywhere to see 
The animals. That place is called the Zool" 



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*Tride goeth forth In stripes," his friend replied; 

"Now, I would not go there, for I am told 
They'd take my finest feathers from each side 
And sell them to their merchant men for gold." 
The Zebra laughed, "That wouldn't hurt you 
much, 

You always have to shed them anyway. 
I've heard those folks have very gentle touch. 

And treat all beasts with kindness, so they say." 

"Well, if they capture you we'll have to part," 

The Ostrich said, "for I shall use my speed; 
I'll have to leave you, though 'twill break my 
heart. 

To being caught I am averse indeed." 
And so it happened when the hunters came, 

The Ostrich fled without a backward glance; 
The frightened Zebra would have done the same 

Despite his boastings if he'd had a chance. 

His wish to travel soon was gratified. 

He found himself surrounded by the sea, 
And, strange to say, he felt quite satisfied. 

For he'd discovered what his fate would be; 
Though how he learned the secret no one knew, 

But he had heard somehow mysteriously 
That he was destined for the great Bronx Zoo I 

When there arrived, a peaceful life he led. 
His wants were all attended to each day, 
His longings for publicity were fed, 



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For crowds of curious people passed his way. 
*'I wish my Ostrich could be here," he sighed 

"To see how all these people gaze at me. 
He might, perhaps, regret his having tried 

So very hard to keep his liberty." 

A stranger came to little "New York town" 

From way out West, a little to the south. 
He sought the Zoo, and wandered up and down, 

And gazed about him with both eyes and 
mouth. 
[The Zebra saw him coming with a friend, 

A city man who pointed out each sight. 
And who with conscious learning sought to lend 

An added interest and to shed new light 
Upon this darkened mind from "Way out West." 

"This Zebra here is quite a prize, 
And of his kind, one of the very best." 

The Zebra saw with pride the stranger's eyes 
Upon him fastened with a wondering stare, 

And then suspicion crept into that look. 
Beneath his breath the woodsman seemed to 
swear; 

His grizzled head the skeptic slowly shook. 

"Now, I suppose you think that I'm a fool. 
But you will find you've made a great mistake; 

Some scalawag has painted up a mule, 
That Zebra critter's just a natural fake." 

"Now," thought the Zebra, "this is very hard, 



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Thus to be stolen from your native land, 
And when you think you're going to be starred 

As something very wonderful and grand, 
Then just to hear a puddin'-headed cad 

Make such remarks about your honesty as that; 
Well, I must say, I think it's pretty bad. 

And makes a fellow feel most awful flat. 

"One thing alone consoles me for that speech — 
It can't be heard by those I hold most dear. 

I'm thankful they are all beyond its reach. 
And now I'm glad my Ostrich isn't here!" 




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THE EGRET. 

'N egret stood alone upon a rock, 

A still, white sentinel of wondrous 
grace, 

The sole survivor of a dreadful shock, 
A splendid scion of a passing race. 
How could he understand why he was left 
Alone of all that happy, hopeful band — 
Why of his mate and little ones bereft. 
He had escaped the devastating hand. 

The ermine clouds that splotched the tender blue 

Stretched out their restful shadows o'er the 
plain. 
And rills invisible went singing through the reeds 

And sedges with a sad refrain. 
The hush of death seemed hanging in the air. 

The snowy egret sank his drooping head. 
For though the plain still lay as green and fair 

As if it held no traces of the dead, 
Too well he knew that 'neath the bending grass 

Unburied forms in soft white garments lay, 
Victims of vanity and greed, alas ! 

And of the law's long pitiless delay. 
His gentle soft-winged mate among the rest 

Had fallen wildly fluttering to the ground, 
A warm red stain upon her snowy breast 

Showed that a fatal shot her heart had found. 

Her little ones for food had vainly cried. 



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Until at last their piteous cries were hushed ; 
Their shapeless forms told plainly how they'd 
died, 
'Neath ruthless human feet they had been 
crushed. 
And other little ones were doomed to meet 

A fate less kind, poor, starving, helpless things. 
They but escaped those hurrying, heedless feet 
To die from want of food and sheltering wings. 

Beside their nest the parent birds lay dead, 

Stripped of those plumes for which they had 
been sought, 
And which through envy to their death had led — 

Plumes that fair women thoughtlessly had 
bought 
And proudly worn, unmindful of the pain, 

The cruel torture, and the swift decrease 
By countless numbers from their nesting plain 

Of nature's wondrous avian masterpiece. 

The lovely egrets now almost extinct, 

Once swept in snowy clouds the southern 
glades; 
But selfish vanity with avarice linked 

Has wrought their ruin by repeated raids. 
Too late the law has roused to their defence, 

Too late have fashion's followers learned their 
shame. 
For wanton slaughter knows no recompense — 

The egret of our land is but a name. 



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THE SWAN SONG. 

XN a far-away land by a still gray pond, 
A white swan dwelt with her brood, 
And her daily task was a mission fond, 
To provide her young with food. 
And she tenderly loved the soft white things, 

Though she spoke no word at all. 
And watchfully gathered beneath her wings 
Each cygnet, timid and small. 

Their nest was built among sedges and weeds, 

And they basked in the yellow loam; 
They played with each other among the reeds. 

And knew no place but their home. 
A choir of song birds fluttered and sang 

In the trees that sheltered their nest, 
But the voice of their own mother never rang 

In lullabies over their rest. 

In their down-covered hearts they wondered why 

She never sang them to sleep, 
But oft when they heard some lullaby. 

Under her wings they would creep, 
For they knew her breast was dearest of all. 

Though she silently brooded above, 
No bird in the trees, so grand and tall. 

Could give them such wonderful love. 



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But once when the sun was going away, 

A-slipping down out of the sky, 
When a pale blue mist on the gray pond lay, 

They heard a low, soft cry. 
'Twas their mother's own voice they knew. 

When they heard the first sweet note, 
And with outstretched wings to her side they flew 

To catch each sound from her throat. 

And the birds overhead grew strangely still. 
While that new voice sweetly rang. 

For every heart felt a tender thrill, 
And this is the song she sang: 

Son^. 

"Somewhere there's a river of golden light. 

As smooth as the sky above ; 
Some time to that river I'll take my flight 

With the little ones that I love. 
And no one will ever disturb us there, 

On that river of golden light. 
Just loving each other shall be our care, 

And I'll sing you to sleep each night." 

The song was short, but O ! it was sweet. 
And the little ones drew more near, 

A snowy circle around her feet; 

And they trembled with tender fear. 



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When across the pond the morning broke, 

And the sky shone gold and red, 
And the cygnets out of their slumber woke, 

The mother was cold and dead. 
A gloom o'er the summer woods seemed cast, 

And hushed were the birds above ; 
That one sweet song was her first and last — 

'Twas a song of mother-love. 




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